Love's fall filled with such grace
For it's stand has been but forbidden
It shall but hide it's ever fair face.
For what is love, when love is hidden?
Loved to it's core, till' all is at sight
All worn down, dent and rotten
A fighting spree for a romantic plight
For what is love, when love's forgotten?
Love lost in the hazy murk of gray,
Heaven's cry of immeasurable cost
O, what now? what part shall thou play?
For what is love, when love is lost?
Oh, February.
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